I'm frightened. Not worried. Frightened.
My daughter is going into 8th grade. She's too old for her own good, and of course, as the mother of a teenager, I don't know ANYTHING. She doesn't say it, but I know it, I thought those same thoughts myself at one time or another about my dad.
The path she's on, so far, is a good one, but it only takes one friend to pull you away. I'm afraid. Am I seeing things that aren't there, am I overly cautious? I don't know. I just feel like I have a stomach all the time and I know she's not mine, she's God's girl, but I can't help but want to protect her so she doesn't end up like me. UGH! That would be awful.
So you see, I'm frightened, praying, and I'm just going to give this one to God and try not to take it back. And if I do, please remind me to give it back again.
Lord, You know my daughter's heart, You know mine. Give her wisdom to make good choices, and please give me peace.